When I do yoga, specifically the hard cardio/weight yoga sculpt classes, one teacher likes to emphasize challenging yourself. That when you reach that point where you want to stop, where you feel like you can’t go anymore and need a break, is when you should push yourself. That’s when change begins.
I never really took what she said into account, until yesterday. It was my favorite sculpt teacher, and he was not fucking around. First class of the new year, he was on fire. After almost an hours length of an ass whooping we ended the session with cardio. Continuous kickboxing high kicks, butt kicks, heel taps, rotating jump squats, football runs, high knees, all repeated. It was 100F in the room, easy. I wanted to die.
“IF YOU STOP, WE WILL START ALL OVER AGAIN!! I HAVE ALL DAY PEOPLE”
I didn’t want to stop, I knew he wouldn’t make everyone start if I stopped, but I decided to believe it. I pushed myself to finish all the cardio without stopping. I thought I was going to throw up. I almost started to cry, but I figured that if I had the energy to tear up, I had the energy to do football runs.
I got to that point, the point that I felt like quitting and I persevered. I know what that instructor was talking about. My life didn’t change in that instant, but I seized the moment, I seized that power to change. I knew I could push myself through all those vomit-y feelings and do work.
So that’s what I did.
